The Beautiful Is Never Plentiful.

Every Known Fact In Natural Science Was Divined By The Presentiment Of Somebody, Before It Was Actually Verified.

A True Man Belongs To No Other Time Or Place, But Is The Center Of Things.

Good And Bad Are But Names Very Readily Transferable To That Or This.

Where Do We Find Ourselves? In A Series Of Which We Do Not Know The Extremes, And Believe That It Has None. We Wake And Find Ourselves On A Stair; There Are Stairs Below Us, Which We Seem To Have Ascended; There Are Stairs Above Us, Many A One, Which Go Upward And Out Of Sight.

Man Sheds Grief As His Skin Sheds Rain.